of life’s apprentices I & II

I.
do not inherit the wind
of the mighty gum tree.
Try to accelerate my dominion stone
for the apricot endorsement
of my labors,
like a tossed, rustic fiber
of encampment
towards the joy of life’s apprentices.

The solitary fire esteems
the loose journey
like the fiber of installed
sentimental being, camped for culture
and the relented
to the soil of embraced endeavors.
All for the smile
of rustic green grass sounds and steel.

II.
they steal the wind
and they take the land
possession on independence day
possession of the trees and the tide
for the witnesses of matrimony
of ownership and sensual regression
and the solitary stand
of mother’s lost whispers